Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 621 - 42: Tang Wudi vs Tang

In the following days, the hybrid had a difficult time. Unknown varieties of biological blood had been injected into him, making his beast form grow increasingly bizarre, with strange characteristics emerging.

The pair of horns on his head became ever more menacing and grotesque.

He seemed to possess an exceptional tolerance for absorbing blood.

But he could never break free from the shackles that resembled red crystals. These massive shackles firmly locked him in place, allowing the long-eared ancient monkeys to whimsically conduct various experiments.

Some even injected the blood of their own kind into cocoons for the hybrid to absorb.

All of this was but entertainment, after all, these ancient monkeys had no idea what advantages lay within their own genes.

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Intelligence was the least necessary trait for a pure-war machine or mere experimental tool.

Beyond that, the main project involved injecting the blood of the mud monster into the hybrid's cocoon.

This infinitely malleable mud monster, almost immune to any physical damage, seemed to ancient monkeys to complement the hybrid's extremely formidable vitality perfectly. If they could integrate with each other, it would be a technical breakthrough.

However, they never considered whether adding too many characteristics from other creatures might create a terrifying beast beyond their control.

The only thing the long-eared ancient monkeys took into account was to avoid injecting the hybrid with blood from overly aggressive creatures.

Even so, they had unwittingly nurtured an undying monster.

The cataclysm happened on the fourth day.

After the hybrid had completely drained the special properties of the mud monster's blood, the red crystal shackles that had long restrained him finally failed to hold him.

Brute force could not break the shackles, but no shackles could contain a substance as soft as mud…

The moment the hybrid realized his body could become utterly supple, his eyes were instantly filled with a crimson rage.

The test subject, having endured countless horrific experiments for so long, finally found the opportunity to fight back.

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Nether Valley was like a chunk of hell that had suddenly emerged within the Northwest Continent.

After leaving Nether Valley, Tang Xian found that the region instantly became vibrant with birdsong and the scent of flowers.

In a hidden valley outside of Nether Valley, he set up a temporary base, planning to explore everything about Nether Valley thoroughly.

These days, Bai Mansheng saw that Tang Xian hunted countless creatures, most of which were turned into roast or soup meat, but Tang Xian didn't go for every creature he encountered on the way.

For instance, releasing the flock of Sword Feather Ducks struck Bai Mansheng as strange and out of character compared to his manner in the mining area.

It was the fourth day since they had left Nether Valley. That day, a particularly bloody prison break was occurring within the massive castle inside Nether Valley.

Outside of Nether Valley, Bai Mansheng, bored to the extreme, interrupted Tang Xian and Tang Xiaojiu's reading lesson, and said,

"It seems like you are targeting a specific group of creatures to kill?"

Tang Xian spread open the workbook, gesturing for Tang Xiaojiu to continue writing, while he replied,

"Some creatures are weak and non-aggressive, and they don't have any special traits. It's not a big deal if we don't eat them. Maybe we can smuggle them into the human world some day."

Now understanding the meaning of 'Profiteer,' Bai Mansheng, thinking about how Tang Xian had previously sold books, clothing, and cosmetics to her at high prices, did not look too happy as she said,

"You really have no reverence for this world."

Tang Xian changed his tone and said, "Let's put it this way, the Sword Feather Ducks are very weak, including a few other creatures I've seen along the way. Yet, they survive well with such a large population, which suggests they must have some means or special traits.

"Sometimes, I act on intuition. Maybe the Sword Feather Ducks might bring me some surprises. In any case, I've memorized their scent."

"What do you mean, you think something is protecting them?"

Tang Xian nodded and said,

"The farther northwest we go, the more desolate the environment becomes, and the creatures get stronger. We're likely in a red zone from a human perspective right now.

"Why do you think those little guys dare to head in this direction?"

Bai Mansheng, taken aback, hadn't considered this before.

But thinking about it, it made sense; to some predators, weren't the Sword Feather Ducks' vast numbers just a moving meat reserve?

Yet the Sword Feather Ducks lived comfortably, with not a single creature attacking them when they appeared beside lakes and marshes…

Bai Mansheng was surprised it had taken her this long to realize.

Tang Xian smiled and said,

"Sword Feather Ducks are interesting creatures. I suspect they can sense the malice in nearby beings, and they can move safely. This suggests they have connections or support."

Bai Mansheng said,

"But they were still scared off by you."

After a silence of two seconds, Tang Xian replied,

"You should know, resisting the urge to eat succulent duck meat is really hard for me."

"Yes, it's hard indeed," Tang Xiaojiu, who had been doing her homework without understanding the conversation between White Snake Sister and Brother Tang Xian, chimed in. Not eating duck meat really is difficult, she knew that much.

Tang Xian tapped Tang Xiaojiu's little head, and Bai Mansheng watched the scene, unable to suppress a smile.

However, shortly after, Tang Xian suddenly became alert. He twitched his nose and then looked in the direction of Nether Valley.